GenoSide - Depression

Yeah
I show these cheeseboys the class act
Clearing their vision I'm getting rid of their cataracts
I'm that blessed
Soul search the whole Earth with blank maps
And I've seen fiends in front ringing the church bells
I see queens in rip jeans do two step
Where red eyes and fake smiles are lucid
Tryna voice it
They told me to shut
Hand me a shot, and then turned the music back up
Look here I ain't bothered
Type a homie to make them hold hands in a mosh pit
I'm that nice
But for now I want round lips and thick thighs that can fill my earlobe with warm air and sweet lies
Senorita
I know the evils
But I still choose to forget
I put my heart in this glass so I can numb all the pain that I have
I walk this Earth with my eye lids low
I choose to see what this world won't show
Depression
Aggression
That be the things on my mind
Depression
Aggression
That be the things on my mind
Nightmares of a knee on a man's neck
Whilst the freedom of women is in a black bag
The newsstands are filled with loose ends
The provocation then silenced the prophet up on his pulpit
What made a man shoot up a Mosque and record it
More hashtags with no depth
No Morpheus
While blue pills are circulating in darkness
Now mydriasis associated with calmness
Wooh
She put that magic shroom on tongue and took my hand and rubbed it up in her blouse
Asked
Lord show me a sign, he gave me a son
Now I'm Man of the House
I walk this Earth with my eye lids low
I choose to see what this world won't show
Depression
Aggression
That be the things on my mind
Depression
Aggression
That be the things on my mind
I can't face the man that's in the mirror
I can't roam this Earth without a cause
I can't find no comfort in these pills
I can't I can't
Wine on the floor
Blood on the walls
Blacks in the streets dressed in all black holding up signs
Masses in search, amber alerts, price on a kid fuck where we live this can't be right
Business declined, poverty streaks, Mark of the beast come with a nice house and a car
Do you cling to your losses, or do you block the truth just entertain gossip
Would you forfeit your fortune for goodwill
Would you forfeit your fortune for goodwill
I can't face the man that's in the mirror
I can't roam this Earth without a cause
I can't find no comfort in these pills
I can't I can't

Written by:
Gerald Mapoe

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